The Hunger

When five of the six chains were down, Wain felt a surge of strength. He had no time to comprehend the situation, as every missed moment could have led to his death. He used all that energy to amplify the swing of his sword.

Whoooooosh.

Wain created a crescent-shaped icy blade that sliced the Wyvern's breath in two and headed for the beast. The speed and power of the blade were phenomenal. Confident in its strength, the Wyvern expected to destroy Wain with this attack, turning him into an icy statue, but fate was not on its side.

The icy blade instantly reached the Wyvern and plunged into its left shoulder. The blade left a massive cut on the beast's body, which froze around the edges, but blood continued to flow as if from a stream.

"Roooooaaaarrrr!!!" The Wyvern roared furiously. The pain was horrible and unbearable, and Wain wasn't going to stop there.

He felt he had to keep going to win. This was a chance he didn't have to lose.